User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20120814193542/@comment-3135907-20130128222700

Slashing the anchor cable, the she-ferret jumped up from her place at the ship's rail. "Alright, yew lot! Up on yer hunkers! Drop those sails! Grinl, take the tiller. We're leavin'!" Slowly, softly, the Hooksail drifted out of the harbor, making for open waters.